We went hiking. Hand in hand, up the hill, leisurely talking about future. A mutual one. It's surreal, we've only been together briefly, so it should not surface yet. Am I worried? I must be! I keep asking myself but always coming down to the same conclusion: nope, there's nothing to be worried about. I love her the way I never loved anybody else. And I want to spend the rest of my days with her. Pathetic. I know. Sigh.
Drinking tea in a cabin, then slowly returning to the car. Mid-November weather is gracious; as if the summer should never end. It is all too overwhelming, overwhelming for both of us. I cannot count how many times we have to stop to kiss and embrace. Crazy. Odd. Puzzling.
Surreal. Surreal but nice.
